The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-05-27
A Story Of the French RevO,
luton.
From the Boston Times.


From the Boston Times.
One lovely day in August year or
two before the frantic uprising of the
long oppressed and down trOdden
people of France, there sat in an ex-
quisite boudoir in the palace at Yer
sailles, two ladies engaged in lively
conversation. TherOOm was charm
ing little retreat with painted ceilings
and walls hung with Gobelin tapestry
Of magnificent workmanship; there
were rosewood floors, curtains of silk
and lace, furniture OF gray and gold,
chefs-d' amore of carving and enamel.
glass, lustres, gothic clocks, embroid-
cred screens, paintings by Vernet and a
thousand other trihes and luxurious
appointments of which the fair queen
was fond. The elder lady, who was
between thirty-three and thirty-fOur
years ofage was remarkably beautiful,
although at first sight, great air Of
hauteur detracted slightly from the
charm of her expression. Her car
riage was so proud and her whole ap-
pearance so distinguished one could
tell at a glance that the lady was the
Queen Marie Antoinette. Her COM
psnion who was ten or twelve years
younger was hardly less beautiful than
her majesty. Her complexion was
char ming; her brown hair drawn back
from the temples showed to advan.
tage the perfect oval Of her face, two
large blue eyes calm and serene, a we'll
formed mouth and pearIy teeth, such
was the appearance OF the favorite
maid of honor to the queen.
Jeanne" said the queen, as she
bent oyer her embroidery frame, II
have often heard of the great and
wonderful power of the Socerer Count
Cagliostro, ma belle; we will visit him
this afternoon in disguise and beg him
to cast our horoscope and favor US
with glimpse into the future"
"But, your majesty" replied the
lady called Jeanne, "What will the
king say? ] fear he will not approve. |"
"We will not inform him where we
are gong, and on my return, if the
future is to be a bright one, then the
king shall hear OF our adventure"
1t was toward the close of the day
when two sisters of charity in black
robes and close black bonnets might
have been seen hurrying along through
obscure streets trying to elude
observation, and the taller one
held ahandkerchief to her face whenev-
er passer-by glanced toward them.
At length hailing q public carriage,
they were driven rapidly through the
well lighted thoroughfares, until they
came to large house with an aristo-
cratic air; it was dark and sombre
looking outside and was surrounded
by q courtyard. The coachman open
ed the gate for his passengers, and
gave a long loud knock on the oaken
door and left, after being told to re.
turn IN an hours time. A servant an
swered the summons and the taller
lady asked for Count Cagliostro; he
bowed, and silently and noiselessly as
q shadow he glided over the thick car
pet. A bronze lamp dimly lighted up
the large and lofty hallway. Ushering
the strangers into q magnificent
apartment, all lighted with dozens Of
perfumed wax lights in glittering can
delabras and gorgeous with velvet fur
niture, the man announced in loud
voice:
"Two ladies to see the Count Gag
lostro."
Seated at & table in the center OF
the room was a gentleman near forty
years Of age, short, fair haired, blue
eyed, with pensive expression on
his fine looking countenance, and
nobility stamped on his open and
manly forehead. This was the then
famous necromancer. The maid of
honor trembled and clung gnerYously to
the arm Of her royal mistress, but
the queen advanced with q proud
step.
'Your majesty honors my humble
abode" said the gentleman as he
arose and kneeljng kissed the hand Of
the queen.
s'Ah so you penetrated my dis
guise2" laughed the lady, but blushing
q little as she met the clear blue eyes
Of the count fixed upon her lovely
countenance.
Who could ever forget tho face OF
Marie Antoinette, the most beautiful
queen who ever sat upon throneg"
replied Cogliostro, as be placed chairs
for the ladies', bowing to the ground
- be did SO, Marie Antoinette re-